"Okay, class. Does anyone know what this Sunday is?"

The children looked around in confusion. "When's Sunday?" one little boy asked.

"Raise your hand, please, Noah. Sunday is the last day of the weekend."

One little girl, about four, raised her hand. The teacher pointed to her, smiling.

"Sunday is Mommy's Day!"

The rest of the class murmured things like "I knew that!" and "Oh yeah! I remember!" Once everyone quieted down, the teacher smiled wider and began to explain. "Yes, Sunday is Mommy's Day. Today, we'll be making cards to give to your mommies on Sunday." She began to walk around the room, passing out purple and pink construction paper. "Who can tell me some things we can put on the cards that our mommies might like?"

A little girl raised her hand. "My mommy likes flowers."

The boy next to her waved his hand wildly. "My mommy loves big trucks."

The rest of the class laughed. Their teacher called on a blonde girl sitting in the very back, who looked very confused.

"I don't think I have a mommy."

The class was silent. Their teacher's smile faded.

"Oh, well…that's very…unfortunate."

The girl looked even more confused. "Is that bad?"

"You don't have a mother?"

"No, I don't," she answered matter-of-factly.

Her voice dropped to a low whisper. "Do you remember her at all?"

"No…" She spoke slowly. "I never had a mommy."

"It's just your daddy?"

"My daddies, yes."

The teacher looked shocked. "…oh. Well, in that case, you may make a card for your…daddies, or you may color quietly while the rest of the class works."

The girl looked as confused as before, but she nodded. "I think I'll color."

The teacher nodded and continued around the room.

At the little girl's words, a petite brunette at the front of the room looked up, watching her closely. When the teacher walked away, she stealthily made her way to where the blonde was sitting.

"Hi," she said.

The blonde looked up, startled. "Hi."

"I have two daddies too."

The blonde girl blinked. "Really?"

The brunette smiled. "Yup. Really."

They moved in closer, lowering their voices.

"I didn't know that it was a bad thing."

"Well, it's not. Not really. But some people think it's not normal. Because…well, it's not normal. It doesn't happen a lot."

"I know that now."

"But it's not bad. I like it. My daddies are cool."

The blonde smiled. "Mine too. They love each other a lot. Except it doesn't look like it 'cause they always fight. But they always make up."

The older girl flashed a smile. "That's good."

"I'm Logan Larson," said the blonde, holding out her hand. "My daddies call me Lola."

The brunette shook her hand. "I'm Judith Anderson-Van Kamp. My daddies call me Judy."